Gah, it's so horribly stressful when things like that happen. I'm glad you didn't lose too much though.

At least I know she didn't empty my account and run to her 'nip dealer.

Heh, just be sure to keep your banks statements and birth certificates safely away from her. The last thing anybody needs is to discover that their identity's been sold to a large ginger Tom called Mr. Fluffy.